Sunshine Again

I looked out the window when I got up happy to see the early morning's bright sun glancing off the walls of the building opposite me.  Instinctively I sensed that I could walk out into the fresh cool dawn of the aftermath of the last two days of high winds and torrents of rain.  But that, of course, was nonsense.  We are not in New England anymore, Toto.  The air as I bent to pick up the Times from the mat was as dense, moist, and claustrophobic as ever.  The only change was the rain had stopped and the wind had died down and the hot morning sun was back in business.  Living in Florida is a challenge that I am happy to accept so that I do not have to do battle with ice and snow.  But the later summer months are always a challenge.  Heat and humidity start in early May and by late August has long since overstayed.  But September, they say, is the big hurricane month.  Ah, well, we have the gym schedule, the balance clinic treatments for me, all the books from the library to read, television series from lists compiled from all our recommendations, swimming in the condo pool which I love to do except I am afraid I will get a stroke, and am not sure that drowning is a fun way  to die.  No one else goes out to the pool and I hate to ask my husband to sit in the heat and humidity and read out there although he has more than once offered to do so.  It seems strange to be the only one in the pool but then I am sure that is the life of the very rich, so I should suck it up and jump in.